Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
For more than forty-five years, Cliffe Knechtle has been doing something most people would never dream of: standing in the middle of college campuses, Bible in hand, daring anyone and everyone to step up and ask him their toughest questions about God. And students do — in droves.
There was, suddenly, the beginning of all things. It started with light. And the light was good. And the stars and the planets and the galaxies and the solar systems fell into place and started spinning. And they were good, too.
Have you ever been moved by a piece of music? Has a gorgeous sunset brought tears to your eyes? Have you ever been overwhelmed by the glory of God?
At its core, Babel was humanity’s declaration of independence from God. It was the arrogance of saying, “We don’t need Him. We’ll ascend on our own.”
“Hi, Sean…” the email began. “…I just read your article in the newspaper about angels! No offense, but I laughed the whole way through. I cannot believe, in the 21st Century, humans still believe in angels. I am still laughing at you!”
Every empire faces a choice after its moment of reckoning. Rome fell not from the barbarians at the gates, but from decay within—corruption, luxury, and moral collapse. America now stands in the same valley of decision.
From a purely tactical standpoint, the September 11th attacks were devastating. But from a psychological warfare perspective, they were almost surgical in their symbolism. Striking America’s tallest towers and its military headquarters was not just about destruction—it was about message.
God may not have provided mere mortals with the ability to conquer the 4th dimension, as thus empowered, man might be tempted to alter His plans and designs.
While the trees are letting go of their leaves, maybe there are things that we need to let go of, too.
In outdoor survival training, there’s a simple guide that students learn early on: the Rule of Threes.
Iran is running out of water. This is a route to foment an insurrection against the mullahs.
I had a dream. I was walking on the beach with God. We were the only two on the shore. God was very tall.
The first thing that struck me was that God was nothing like I thought he’d be.
Life’s burst-pipe moments may feel overwhelming, but God promises His steady presence and restoration through them.
Everyone wants a neat, clean solution to mass shootings. But here’s the uncomfortably simple truth nobody wants to say out loud: the real problem isn’t hardware—it’s heartware.
Have mercy on Minneapolis. On Minnesota. On our country. Have mercy on those of us who are angry, God. Mercy on those of us who weep. Mercy on those who mourn.
First, there was Sodom and Gomorrah, where God rained down fire and brimstone. Fast forward a few millennia, and apparently, the Almighty has updated His judgment toolkit: mud bogs, flash floods, dust storms, and 50-mph winds.
A journey through Alaska’s rivers, glaciers, and skies is a living reminder that the God who shaped such majesty also cares deeply for us.
Welcome back to our weekly dive into the art of the deal, where we dissect the moves of the ultimate dealmaker, President Donald J. Trump, through the lens of business principles.
“Dear Sean, yesterday’s column disappointed me. You cannot be a true believer and believe in ghosts at the same time. God simply doesn’t work that way.
We make men without chests and expect from them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.